No Fighting in the Halls! [Yaksha/Myza]

[Yaksha Dokuja]

"Honestly.  Do you think this is going to achieve anything?  Aren't you the least bit curious why I-"

Yaksha never got to finish his sentence, as he had to duck his head to the side to narrowly avoid a blue arrow-like projectile that struck the wall behind him.  It sent a shower of plaster dust into the air, and obscured Yaksha for a split second.  That was good, and was in fact what he was hoping for.  That was no warning shot, or even a message.  This quincy was simply so unprepared for a hollow to be wandering in such a public area, they had been firing on the fly for the last minute.  Projectiles had gone any direction possible but at Yaksha, and it was beginning to become frustrating for him.  Did the quincy just think they could write off what happened here?  Did they think someone was going to cover it all up for them?  Yaksha was quite honestly curious, and more than a little frustrated.

He could've pressed the attack if he wanted; could've found any number of openings to exploit and angles to attack from that the quincy was unprepared for.  But that wasn't what he needed right now.  It was far better in the long-term to be written off as a minor nuisance, too much of a coward to be a threat.  Killing a quincy would only guarantee vengeance in the near future, and the attention of people that were far too nasty for his liking.  A ton of thoughts ran through his head, each tinged with their own voice and their own experiences.  They told him to stand and fight, no matter what; they told him a heroic death was preferable to a coward's demise.  They told him that he should skin this quincy alive and send the remains to their relatives, as an example.  They told him any number of terrible, heinous things he could do with this child who had challenged him.

Instead, he chose to run.  To continue talking them down.

"This is a public place, you idiot!  Are you really that certain your projectiles won't hurt any of your allies?  That you won't drag someone unsuspecting into your fight?  Do you not even understand the idea of casualties!?"

Still the quincy didn't answer, simply progressing through the cloud of plaster dust.  It coated them from head to toe, made them look almost comical.  And it helped Yaksha to more easily notice as they began to draw in reaitsu from the area around them...the subtle disturbances in the dust that told him exactly where the arrow was coming from.  He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender...and drew a split second of hesitation from the quincy.  They hadn't been expecting a hollow who spoke, much less one who ran instead of fighting.

The second was enough.  Yaksha's tail coiled around the support beam revealed by the quincy's attack, and tore at it savagely.  There was a furious cracking noise, and then Yaksha was skittering down the hallway just as several tons of wood and fiberglass and metal fell on the unsuspecting quincy.  Whatever attack they were planning, it was-

A projectile went clean through Yaksha's leg, hobbling him.  He glanced over his shoulder, surprised to see that the enemy had narrowly managed to dive forward before the ceiling had fallen.  One of their legs appeared to be crushed under the rubble, but the look of pure determination on their face told him Yaksha wasn't done with this fight yet.

"I hate quincies.  I really do."

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Ah, how good it was to be back in Karakura. And by good, Myza meant barely tolerable. Even in a place as energized with spiritual energy as Karakura, it was difficult for the Septima to breathe comfortably. There was just so little reishi compared to Los Noches here in the Land of the Living that it was hard for beings such as her to feel comfortable.

But the Septima had things to do. People to abduct for her experiments, Shinigami to capture to feed to her proteges, and other such necessary duties. And Karakura often provided such supplies, and even held a few powerful specimens perfect for study within it. Such valuable resources were reason enough to put up with such a thin-aired hellhole.

Sometimes even more precious prizes came to light though. Myza could easily feel the Quincy, and was already getting glimpses of their pasts as she focused in on them. It was like they weren't even trying to hide themselves! If they were part of that blasphemous hidden empire of the Quincy, they were doing their "God" a disservice by merely existing. Combined with their unnatural taint to begin with, the Septima saw it only fitting that she do God's will and judge them for their sins. And so the Septima descended towards their energy, a slight smile upon her face as she did so. It was only when she was practically within the partially collapsed building that she ceased to suppress her energy. Everyone within the building would feel it...

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Even the spiritually blind could feel Myza, though most humans would simply shrug it off as a case of the chills, or just a product of their imagination. But to those with the ability to sense energy, they would feel much, much more. The Septima's presence was cold, cold enough to burn. It curled and twisted within the mind, like tentacles caressing their victims before they tightened into a stranglehold. It was as if her very presence was a violation of your innermost thoughts, as if her simply existing was causing the very universe to judge you as unworthy, as if the very air itself was compressing itself down upon you in order to force your submission. But worst of all was the momentary sense of hunger. It was a physical sensation, and yet it was not. It was pain enough to drive one into madness, but also pain that brought clarity and purpose. It was a glimpse into an abyss that knew full well that you could see it, and was gleefully dragging you within itself. It was simply the feeling of utter, unrepentant evil.

All of this was merely a prelude to the Septima herself though. Any who looked upon her as she calmly walked down through the ruined ceiling could see that she was a beautiful woman. She wore a simple white outfit, one that seemed to be made specifically to flatter and emphasize every curve she had. She still possessed the slightest hint of a smile upon her face, even as the Quincy around her struggled to even remain kneeling in front of her. A slight chuckle would fill the room as Myzaraphiston observed the sight in front of her, and the Arrancar would lick her lips.

"Ah, how good it is to see the Lesser Races doing as they should," she would say, her voice surprisingly bubbly and cheerful. She sounded like she belonged in a film about an unexpected plumber's visit, not taking joy in the fact that people could barely remain conscious thanks to her mere presence. "Groveling before one of God's Chosen People, awaiting their inevitable fate. If you wish to pray to your False Emperor, do so. But know that he can not hear you, can not help you. From this point on, the only higher power in your life is me."

[Yaksha Dokuja]

Yaksha felt it almost as soon as he turned to the quincy.  He felt an insidious, coiling presence, one that reached straight into his gut and tugged at him there.  It was a presence that oozed sensuality and power, the way a panther on the prowl did; the prey didn't even truly realize it was prey until the time was too late.  Yaksha had met only a few like them in his lifetime, and each time he'd barely managed to get away with his life.  The allure was something hard to shake off, even for someone like him.  He'd always thought himself a determined person up to now, but he simply couldn't do anything at all in the presence of this reaitsu.  He would've been sweating if reptiles could sweat.

He glanced over at the rubble, to see the quincy he'd managed to disable was indeed pouring out with sweat.  Their eyes were wide, staring off in the distance...to something on the other side of the obstacle, something he could sense but not see.  Yaksha approached, reaching a hand down towards the incapacitated quincy.  He wrenched at something that didn't quite exist, something his hands couldn't grasp but his mind could.  With a slight sucking sound like an object slightly too large leaving a container slightly too small, the quincy's soul left their body, their outfit snagged on one of Yaksha's claws.  He spoke in a soft, cautious voice, but there was no hiding the faint hint of desire there.

"Let's go see our guest, shall we?  I'm sure they'd love to meet you."

He dove through the plaster and wood and iron, once again glad for the fact that none of these things could do anything at all to impede the lingering dead.  He arrived on the other end, spotting a woman who was dressed...in rather plain clothing, to be honest.  He'd expected something frilly and regal, something that would've made her seem like a regal presence.  But this outfit was, to say the least, understated.  That didn't matter, however; this woman could've worn a burlap sack and oozed that same powerful sexuality.  This was a woman who made any outfit shine, no matter how plain.

Yaksha couldn't help himself; he knew only one response when he was out of his element, and when things weren't going as expected.  He started hamming it up, and properly.  He bowed, still holding the quincy on one claw.  His voice slid out into the air, sweet and rich and alluring, with the deep resonant tones that made people's hearts skip.

"A most majestic madame makes her eminence known!  Yes I know eminence doesn't quite fit in there, but I'm afraid I had to improvise."  He still held the quincy, who had ceased all resistance the moment he had spotted the newcomer.  If Yaksha was any judge, they were almost painfully aroused right now.  Yaksha wondered for a split second if priaprism was something within the confines of his power...or even something worth weaponizing, in the long run.  It was perhaps that fiendishly alien mind that saved him from the pernicious sexuality of this woman.

"And what can I do for you this evening, your meretriciousness?"

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza would raise an eyebrow as she felt the energy of a Hollow begin to move closer to her after her announcement. She must have overlooked him while reading into the Quincy's thoughts. How sloppy of her. Then again, it wasn't exactly like he was overflowing with power, so not noticing him was hardly a bad thing. Or even really surprising, in the end. Small fries like him, especially here in the Land of the Living, were hardly ever a threat.

However, they could be interesting. So Myza let the Hollow approach, and would simply look at him as he spoke. So far, he was perfectly polite, reasonable, humble, and- Wait. Did he just insinuate that she was whore-like? The Septima would practically freeze in place, blinking simply a few times at the other Hollow. She would break her surprise after a moment, and smile at Yaksha.

"I'm sorry dear, I must not have caught that last word," she would say, a slight edge in her tone. "I could have sworn you insinuated that I was prostitute-like. But of course, I'm sure you would not be so stupid as to do such a thing, correct?"

Yaksha was lucky he was a Hollow. Any other race would be eating a Bala right now.

[Yaksha Dokuja]

"Why is it everyone considers prostitution such a nasty thing?"

His voice cracked, his hand clutching more tightly around the quincy in front of him.  They still looked upon Myza with absolute devotion, his brow beading with sweat and his body shaking.  Yaksha dropped them to the ground, stomping his foot down on their chest and bowing slowly, carefully.

"I meant the word in the most respectful of ways, dear.  Your entire body oozes sensuality...and you could make people scream themselves raw just for a wink and a smile from you.  Whether or not you intend to ever act upon it, I can see it in you.  You resemble the beautiful Cytheris...and you wield the whip with absolute poise.  Milady, you are well within your right to decry sex as an unnatural act...but I fully disagree."

He bowed still deeper, his entire body trembling.  He had no idea why he'd said that word, save that it had slipped into his head all at once.  He let out a low, soft exhalation...less than a sigh, a mere impression in the air.  "You resemble a prostitute.  The most prestigious, most admirable of courtesans.  Your very presence makes men remember things they've not thought of in centuries.  You awaken people's locked cravings...and that is a power that I cannot stress enough."

He rose, his eyes twinkling just a bit.  There was an insouciant glee, an absolute sense of composure...and there was indeed respect there.  He truly did believe what he said in a barest whisper, as he stared at her.

"You are a woman beyond compare.  You remind me of the greatest, most prestigious women of my time.  And I assure you, they were all no less 'meretricious' than you.  Believe me when I say that prostitution is one of the most tragic deaths of this modern era."

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza let the Hollow talk for a moment, that smile still upon her face. However, it was not a joyful smile. No, this was merely a hard-set grin that showed teeth. Even if you weren't familiar with the Septima, such a smile was probably not a good sign. However, she would let the Hollow speak until a certain phrase crossed his lips.

"You resemble a prostitute."

The woman would quickly point a finger at one of Yaksha's knees, a green orb roughly the size of a fist rapidly forming at the tip of her nail. Then, faster than the Hollow could hope to react, the Septima would fire the Bala towards him. If it hit his knee, the effects would be... catastrophic, to say the least.

"Apparently I misjudged you," she would say, her tone like what a mother would use when her patience for her child had run out. "You seem to be as much of a fool as that damnable Cierro. Such a pity."

[Yaksha Dokuja]

Yaksha's head tilted to the side as he watched the attack forming on the woman's finger. She was clearly aiming an attack, both from her stance and the gathering reaitsu. But where would it land? His chest? His head? Something told him that wasn't meant to be a killing blow; if someone as powerful as this wanted him dead, then there was little chance he'd be able to do anything about it. He'd already be dead before he could even perceive an attack.

No, this was a warning shot. And from the angle, probably a warning shot to one of his legs. He couldn't help himself when he realized it. She was actually going to try and kneecap him! The first kneecapping in decades, and the first chance to try out his newest trick! He let his own reaitsu begin to gather and flatten out, cushioning his kneecap. He slid his tail down towards the ground, letting the muscular appendage give him balance. Balance he'd need if his next trick was going to work. But it was a good trick, and it was one he'd only been able to theorize up to now.

Yaksha's leg began to wobble almost furiously, with so much force that it looked like he was going through a seizure.  But he never got a chance to finish, as the projectile of pure reaitsu tore through his limb, sending him pitching forward into what should've been a faceplant.  But just before his body would've made him collapse, his other leg dug into the ground, pushing backward with tremendous force.  He swung up onto his muscular tail, letting it hold him up like a third leg.  He let out a loud cackle, his other leg falling off with as much ease as a rotted tooth would fall out from the gums.  He hardly seemed to notice as he bounced around the floor slightly.

"Everyone misjudges me, dear! Don't consider it a pity. Being underestimated is the most powerful weapon in my arsenal. Hell, I didn't actually expect that to work! You know how hard it is to just make your own leg fall off without a bloody mess? Neither did I until I tried!" He continued to laugh; a high-pitched, hysterical laugh as he bounced along the floor just slightly with his tail. He finally stopped, rising back to his crouch...and kneeling on the ground in front of her.

"I do apologize for my previous insinuations. I react very badly to unexpected guests, and I was already in a foul mood from a fight I wished no part of. I have no doubt that you're far too powerful to let yourself be reduced to something so crass. Your attack only confirms that; I likely would've lost a lot more than a leg if I hadn't acted hastily. As for my previous insinuations...in truth, I merely wished to use that word. Do you know how hard it is to find anyone who understands the fine art of wordplay anymore? Everyone just runs around spouting crap! I miss the time when people could actually use words like meretricious! Backing down...well, it would've been a blow to my ego. However, between ego and limbs, I'll pick limbs every time."

He exhaled, his voice growing downright loquacious as he spoke one last time.

"I apologize. You resemble nothing so much as a queen, but I've never much liked toadying up to royalty."

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{Spoiler - Click To View}Technique Name: Doppibotsu (Shedding Death Technique)


Class: 7


Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): Hollow


Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Hollows


Technique Element: None


Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect) Any good reptile knows how to run with its tail between its legs-or someone else's, more often-, and Yaksha is hardly any exception. At will, Yaksha may detach any limb from his body, except for his head. This limb is able of moving independently, and can restrain or distract enemies to make for a speedy escape.


How to use technique (How is it activated?): Yaksha needs only to focus a small portion of reaitsu to a limb, and it will neatly pop off with very nearly no trouble. Afterwards, if the limb is not attacked or destroyed within one round, it will spring to life, and attack the nearest target. It's especially useful to escape bindings or similar situations, as well.


Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) Yaksha is incapable of growing or in any way having the limb repaired so long as the original exists. A viable way to weaken Yaksha is to simply contain his limbs and let him wear himself down.


Incantation and Effect: None


Made By: Yaksha


Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): Yes